Micro Wars

You say I'm immature

But baby what's the rush to get old?

I may be insecure

But least I've got the guts to be bold

They say the good die young, it's true

So let's make the most of me and you

Now I'm of the mind

We all should have the guts to be bold

And do you have the time?

Cause I'm not in a rush to get old, to get old

They say the good die young, it's true

So let's make the most of me and you

And take my hand and take my heart

'Cause life will end up tearing us apart

Won't you take me to the sea?

Find a place just right for me

Tell me everything will be just fine, just fine

They say the good die young, it's true

Let's make the most of me and you

And take my hand and take my heart

'Cause life will end up tearing us apart